High buildings fall, black oceans rise, and coins sink in height Where weapons smash in every grace, with every black and white The east drops, the west too, children die and so do oldWith every sin, and every crime, people drop by their goldThe ground wrecks to chunks where people tend to fallAnd gardens turn dumps but the tiny bird’s soulFire, Wind, Water and Sun, all kill a birthIt just goes on to be the Last day on earth
~ Yehya El Kouzi
